User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-3135907-20130322200405

At the swift beat of the paddles, the shrewboat shoots off into the main current of the river. Seated in the prow, Gruffle keeps his eyes open, ever-wary for anybeasts planning on doing ill to him and his friends. There is nobeast to be seen, however.....yet.